I never write anymore.  It seems like a went through a time in my life (college) when I wrote all the time.  I come across things and read them and am blown away at how insightful and deep I was, it doesn't even sound like me!  Maybe one day I'll get back to writing my thoughts down.  Maybe it's that creative writing class I took back in college that finally deterred and discouraged me from ever writing again.  Just the same... I came across this in an old email...thought I would share to whoever devotes a minute to read...

Resignation

2/24/06
Why not just quit now?
Why not give up the fight
and stop failing everytime?
Past any hope of change,
no possibility of things
ever getting right and real.
What's the point of starting
over, of running back before
a line you've already crossed?
Your toe inches from passing
it by, wanting to, panting
with exhaustion of making it
this far without falling,
gasping for air amidst the
craving and appeal of beyond.
Why turn back now after moments
of running along the path
you so desired? Locked away,
presumed to be, the freedom you
tasted, shockingly dissapearing
as quickly as it occured. Now
there two people stand. Together, side
by side behind the marked line of a race
marked out before them...

Knees bent, back crouching,
breath ready, eyes focused,
waiting for the moment when they
hear the words "go" and can
play along the track again.